I’ve been sick.
As most bad things I’ve experienced in my (brief) life, it’s funny how they don’t seem that bad once they’re over. When it’s happening it seems like the worst thing possible. You cannot imagine how you’ll be able to survive that pain, go through that obstacle or overcome that probation. But you do, and when you do, it seems that whatever happened was not that bad, the pain was not as acute as you thought at the time, the riddle was not that difficult the feeling was not that overwhelming.
Back to my sickness. It was just a normal tonsillitis.
“You said normal? Do you know the pain I had? Do you imagine the magnitude of the sore throat? Do you realize the fever and how it made me feel?” – I guess this is what I would reply two days ago.
Ok, it was a bad tonsillitis, but still it’s sore throat and fever!
“Sore throat, sore throat…”
I felt like if I was badly beaten. It was like if someone spanked me while I was asleep.
“Badly beaten? It was a stampede! All the animals in the jungle joined and rushed through my room! And then again!”
Ok. I felt like mashed potatoes. And I don’t like mashed potatoes.
I didn’t want to sleep but I was sleepy.
I was not hungry. It was painful when I ate or drank.
I didn’t feel like playing. But I was irritated because I actually wanted to play. Or at least I wanted to be able to do something. But when I began doing something it hurt and I didn’t want to do it anymore!
I wanted to go to school and I wanted to play with my friends, but I couldn’t get 10 feet away from my bed without my head aching really bad.
I didn’t like the medication. It was awful and tasted like bitter almond syrup. And I don’t like almonds. Much less bitter ones. I guess that’s why I called it the “bad taste” and cried to mom “I don’t want to take the bad taste today…”
But then it was over. And the sky was blue again, the sun began to shine… And life is back on its tracks…
It was not so bad after all.
“Not so bad? Shut up. You’re giving me a headache… again!”